It’s all good ladies. I’m one of the more romantic of the dudes. A year doesn’t go by when I don’t tell Jill Y that I love her more than the human body hates antibiotics. Jill Y is so lucky to have found me and I only spend most of my time, reminding her of this. I have a sneaky suspicion that Scurvy Jane is not quite as enamoured with Thirsty Dave as Jill Y is with my magnificent self:
That sinking in his arms part looks like a lot more fun. Of course, that depends on whose arms you are sinking into.
How massively true.